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| confession, commentary, relationship, skins, sales, dark comedy, boobies, gardolins, online art, lanny flaherty, arabian, 1982 in sports, octavio gómez, mike, eileen nicholas, crash(full screen edition), holiday, paul haggis, september, lust, jordan, portillo, | You fear rise it because it is superior to you. For six hundred years, I've fed on your kind at will! [Attempts to bite Jack but slowly refuses] Valek: No. Jack Crow: Why don't you just kill me and get it over with? Cardinal Alba: Because you are needed, Jack. The ceremony is a re-enactment of the first exorcism. It requires the blood of a crusader and his crucifixion upon rise a burning cross. The climax of the ceremony must coincide with the first rays of rise the rising sun. Sorry, Jack. [Jack Crow, having been beaten up by Valek, awakens to find himself strangled and tied to the front of his truck; Cardinal Alba appears, having turned to the dark side] Cardinal Alba: Hello, Jack. [Chuckles] Cardinal Alba: From your expression, I assume you couldn't understand my presence here. I'm sorry to disillusion you, Jack. As one grows old, as death approaches, we begin to question... |
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| Something you'll never forget? I know I won't. Jack Crow: You ever seen a vampire? Father Adam Guiteau: No I haven't. Jack Crow: No... Well first of all, they're not romatic. Its not like they're a bunch of fuckin' fags hoppin' around in rented formal wear and seducing everybody in lust sight with cheesy Euro-trash accents, alright? Forget whatever you've seen in the movies: they don't turn into bats, crosses don't work. Garlic? You wanna try garlic? You could stand there with garlic around your neck and one of these buggers will bend you fucking lust over and take a walk up your strada-chocolata WHILE he's suckin' the blood outta your neck, alright? And they don't sleep in coffins lined in taffata. You wanna kill one, you drive a wooden stake right through his fuckin' heart. Sunlight turns 'em into crispy critters. Valek: For 600 years I have fed on your kind at will. Jack Crow: What the fuck do you want, Valek? Valek: Oh, you hate me so, don't ya? But you made me, Crusader. You hate what you made. |
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